Getting Over It

A/N – I looked back at chapter 11 and realised what you were all talking about, sorry, the paragraphs were there so I don't know why they didn't show up. I've reposted the chapter so if anyone wants to read it now it's in a less confusing state it should be there.

A/N 2 – So have you all heard about the not being able to respond to reviewers in chapters rule that have not come up with? How unfair is that! I have taken off all your names, as I don't want this story to be taken off the site but please know that I am still as grateful for reviews as I ever was.

A/N 3 – I also want to apologise to illyria-light for posting this chapter before you've sent it back to me corrected but it's been almost two weeks and it's not fair to everyone else if I don't update. I know you'll probably be mad at me so I'm very sorry, but if you're not mad and you've just been busy can you please let me know that you're ok because I'm starting to worry something's happened to you.

Chapter 12
Unwelcome Appearance

"Yuck you guys are kissing!" Millie exclaimed as she walked into the living room where Oliver and Hermione were cuddled up on the sofa, arms around each other "I did not come home for the Easter holidays to see you two all over each other, it's yucky."

Three months had passed since Hermione and Oliver had gotten together and they were both still acting like two teenagers in love. To her children it was sickening and they tried to avoid them when they started to kiss, which happened to be an awful lot of the time.

Mrs Weasley on the other hand could not help but gloat, it was her idea, after all, that Oliver should move in with Hermione while his flat was being fixed and none of this would have happened if he hadn't. This little fact she had passed on to absolutely anybody and everybody who would listen to her.

Oliver's flat had been fixed and he had gone back for a few nights to sort everything out but he preferred spending the night with Hermione so he usually only went back to collect any mail and to make sure he hadn't been burgled.

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"Come on we've got to go now, Molly said she could use my help with dinner and you want to be able to play a game of Qudditch with Harry before we eat don't you?" Hermione yelled up the stairs while she grabbed the pot of Floo powder and lit a fire with her wand. Her children thudded loudly down the stars and into the living room where she and Oliver were waiting to go to the Burrow for dinner. Oliver stepped into the fireplace with Sam and soared off to the Weasley's home and Hermione followed with Millie soon after.

Both children ran past Molly as though she wasn't really there and out into the garden where Harry Ron and Ginny were tossing around a Quaffle, eager to join in the game and play on broomsticks.

"You can go too." Hermione said to Oliver and laughed as he ran out into the garden with all the eagerness of a small child in a sweet shop.

"Hello Hermione dear how are you?" Molly asked and pulled the girl into a warm hug.

"Hi Mrs Weasley I'm fine thank you."

"So how are you and Oliver doing?"

Hermione smiled and walked over to the sink to peel the potatoes by magic as she began gossiping with Mrs Weasley.

The food was ready and they all sat down to eat, half way through the main course a fire sprung up in the grate and turned green, seconds later a figure stepped out into the room.

"Mark!" Hermione gasped, shocked to see him turning up at the Burrow of all places, he had always tried to think up any excuse to get out of going when her was invited, but now he was here completely by free will.

"Daddy!" Millie and Sam's faces broke into identical grins, happy to see their father at a time when it wasn't arranged.

The whole table stared in shock as Hermione's ex-husband looked back at them.

"What in Merlin's name are you doing here?" Hermione demanded her cheeks flushing red with anger.

"I need to talk to you 'Mione, alone." He grabbed her hand and pulled her outside before she could protest. Harry, Ron and Oliver all got up to follow them but Mr Weasley stopped them.

"Let them talk boys, she'll call us if she needs us." He said firmly and the three men sat back down grudgingly.

"What are you doing here?" Hermione asked again once the door was closed.

"I want you back." He said grabbing her wrists and pulling her towards him.

"What?"

"I broke up with Amy, I want you back, I made a mistake finishing it with you but we're all allowed to make mistakes now and then." He said and lent down, trying to kiss her. She let out a loud scream as she struggled to get him off of her and seconds later Harry, Ron and Oliver crashed out into the garden. They pulled Mark off her and grappled him to the ground. Oliver walked over and took Hermione in his arms, making sure that she wasn't hurt.

"I know you still love me Hermione, me and Amy had a good thing going but I ended it to come back to you."

"No Mark, you're wrong. I don't love you not after what you've done to me." She hissed.

"Think about it, I'm giving you the chance to give our children a happy life with their mother and father living together, do you really want to stop them having a good childhood?"

"Don't you dare stoop so low as to bring the kids into this Mark, this is between you and I, it has nothing to do with them!" Hermione pure hatred for the man stood opposite her.

"Wait a minute!" Oliver stopped and let go of Hermione and turned back to face Mark fury and confusion clouding his face. "Amy? My Amy?"

He took a step back and looked at Hermione's ex, "I remember you, you bloody bastard!"

He lunged forward and began punching Mark in the face, letting out all the pent up anger that he had bottled away ever since the day he caught Amy in bed with another man. The man he was looking at in fact.

Hermione looked across to the house and, to her horror, when Harry, Ron and Oliver had rushed out in her aid they had not closed the door firmly behind them and it had swung back open. Her children was sat wide-eyed, tears flowing down their faces, watching their father being beaten up, both too young to understand why it was happening.

"Oliver stop!" She cried and rushed forward, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him off of Mark, as much as she secretly wanted to watch him being hurt badly by her new boyfriend.

"What? You're sticking up for him now?" Oliver yelled as he stood up. "This guy cheated on you, broke up your family and left you homeless! He's the one that I caught Amy with and you sticking up for him?"

"No Oliver it's not like that!" Hermione pleaded but from the look on Oliver's face she could see it would be a lost cause.

"And so she should," Mark said as he staggered to his feet wiping the blood from his bleeding nose, "She does of course still love me. You're a mere passing fancy and you both know it."

"Mark shut up!" Hermione ordered in her sternest voice, usually reserved for when Millie or Sam had done something wrong.

"I've had enough of this; all bloody women are the same!" Oliver snapped and disapperated without another word.

For a long while Hermione simply stared open mouthed at the spot where he had been just seconds before as fury bubbled up from the pit of her stomach.

"HOW DARE YOU!" She roared, turning on her ex-husband. "You had absolutely no right to say that. You know as well as I do that it is in no way true, you have just ruined my relationship with him!"

"Oh come on baby you know it's true!" Mark chortled, "You're just a weak and feeble woman, you've had your fun playing the pity card but now it's time to come back home and cook me my dinner."

Harry and Ron both drew their wands ready to do all kinds of damage to the vile man but they were too slow, with a flash of purple light Mark was back on the floor with orange boils all over his face.

"What have you done?" He cried as he lifted his hands to his face, feeling the large oozing bumps on his before perfectly smooth skin.

"Your personality is so ugly I thought I should make your face match. Don't worry it'll wear off in a month of so." She smiled. "Now get up and leave. I have a job and two wonderful children, whom I shall be suing for total custody of; I don't care what you say you'll do. I have a house and friends to support me and I am a much better parent than you so you don't scare me any more. I want nothing from you apart from your child support money going into my Gringotts account."

With these words she held her head high and walked back inside the Burrow, followed by Ron and Harry and slammed the door firmly in his face.

Her high spirits lasted all of two minutes though as the daunting reality hit her, Oliver probably hated her guts and her children would probably be scared for life.

On Sunday afternoon Hermione took Millie down to King's Cross Station so she could catch the Hogwarts Express back to school for the last term of school. The whole of the previous day had been spent explaining in terms that both her children would understand, what Mark had done and why Oliver had hit him. In the end they both agreed that Hermione should have jinxed him a lot worse than she had done.

On the one hand she was thrilled that her children favoured her now but on the other she felt a great amount of guilt for turning them against their own father, however much of a scumbag he was.

She spent to rest of the day dreading the next morning when she would go back to work and see Oliver, she knew he had been hurt by her actions and hated the fact that she had caused him pain.

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The morning came and with it a stomach full of butterflies. As she got both her son and herself ready to go Hermione thought of many different things she could say to Oliver when she bumped into him in one of the corridors. This, of course made her button the front of her blouse all wrong and Sam had to tell her, burn the toast and spill the milk all over herself. By the time she had cleaned it up and changed her clothes she was running late and was completely frazzled as she and her son got to school. This meant that she had no time to go and talk to Oliver before classes began.

Break passed with Hermione searching her store cupboard for the lesson plans for the next lesson; again she had no time to find Oliver. It was the end of lunch before she had any free time. Quickly walking through the hallway she got to his classroom to find that it was empty. He wasn't in the staff room either Hermione found after walling to the other side of the school to check.

Finally she found him out on the playground filling in for the member of staff who should have been on duty but was off sick that day. She crossed the playground to go and speak with him but was stopped in her tracks by his reaction. He had looked up and saw her coming and instantly walked away.

Hermione went to follow him but he did the exact same thing again. With tears welling up in her eyes she slowly turned and walked back to her classroom felling defeated.